I like quiet. To be alone. To spend time reflecting. On life. And everything else.
But, then, I find myself, as part of those reflecting moments, to not want to be alone because it may eventually come true. Probably will.
This morning I was reading in the back room, focused and engaged in a mystery drama.
Suddenly, I paused. Took my eyes off the text. Stared out the window. And listened.
I heard Rudy in the kitchen. Turning on and off the KitchenAid mixer. I heard nothing else. Just the whir of the slowly spinning paddle. Mixing bread dough.
I just listened.
The sound of that mixer fills our home regularly. He’s always making something. The sound of Rudy in the kitchen feels comforting in the same way that being alone soothes my soul.
I want to be quiet, to be alone, and to reflect on everything. And just as important, I want human connection.